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A Picture is Worth.... Meme

A Picture is Worth.... Meme
This ain't your mama's meme. Forget your RNG, forget your tired old prompts.
A picture is worth a thousand words.
It's easy. Comment with your character. Then go comment around.
But instead of pre-filled prompts with words or numbers, you find a gif or image (any gif/image from any canon or scenario you please) that sets the scene.
The picture is the prompt.

WARNING: THIS POST WILL BE IMAGE HEAVY. AND POSSIBLY NSFW AND THERE MAY BE TRIGGERS.
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Feel free to use this template to stick your image in there.

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[The Master's hanging back near the office across from where the Doctor's entered, waiting patiently. He's waited for a few years, he's sure he can wait a few more seconds; that's a difference between this regeneration and the previous one; he can wait.

The Master's planning on making his appearance after the Doctor starts to become frustrated. He was always so good on frustrating him; them being in two different bodies shouldn't make a lick of difference there.]

[The silence shouldn't surprise him, and he can't say that it really does either. It definitely doesn't mean that the Master isn't here. It means that he's here, and that he likely hasn't changed all that much, and that's most likely not good.

Once he's closed the door, he pushes his hood down and pulls his sonic screwdriver out to point it at the ceiling. See if he can turn on the lights.]

[And see that the lights don't flicker on; the light controls are deadlocked; he doesn't want to reveal the surprise too early. If the Doctor accomplishes anything, a lone light off in a corner shuts off, enveloping him in a musty darkness. The Master moves to the door, standing along the wall, carefully listening.]

Oh, that is rude!

[So, so rude, mate. He's going to try turning that light back on, because just a little bit of light is better than none.]

[He grins, inching his body into the doorway, though, in the dark, the Doctor probably can't see him.] You still scared of the dark, dear?

[Oh, this is a rather smart spot, because it's a little difficult to tell where the sound is coming from with the way it bounces off the walls. But, at least, that means the Master is still in the room...

He reaches out his arm to scan it with the screwdriver.]

The dark is a very unpleasant place to be sometimes. I do prefer the light.

[The Master does like his acoustics; it's a large part why he specifically chose this place to confront the Doctor in; it's spacious, well-built, and empty. Funny thing, though, because this well-thought out planning may be all for naught; the Master's finding out that he can't hold back the excitement at getting to play with the Doctor again. He edges his way out the door, back resting against the wall.]

I was under the impression that you preferred working in the shadows. That is why you faked your death, is it not?

[There's a very slight pause, because how did the Master know that? But the Doctor isn't going to let it get to him, not any further than being... curious, and he finally, slowly, starts walking across the floor.]

I do admit, I'm not one for being overly flashy and letting everyone know of my poking, but that's got nothing to do with it.

I just never stop running.

[He barks out a laugh, unable to hold it in.] Are you really unlike the man I've known for centuries? Have you changed that much from your former selves?

[The Doctor has always been overly flashy, ever since their Academy days.]

[Another pause. Well.]

All right, I'm lying, you got me. I like attention. But only for a little while. But enough about me; what happened with you?

Oh no, I insist. I must know. What happened with you and that saucy little archaeologist? [Taking the laser screwdriver from his coat pocket and, pointing it over his shoulder, turns the lights on. He take a few steps from the door, stepping out from behind a pillar. The Master smirks, eyes flickering over the Doctor.]

Hello dear.

[He blinks, just a little, against the flood of light and, see, this is why the Master is the flashy one out of them nowadays. Really.

There's something ominous about the way shoes echo when you walk. Not that he's going to stop - not until he's reached the Master.]

Hello. Don't feel like telling me all about how you survived? Or are you not much for that this time around?

[The Master knows he's a diva; that's already been established like a billion years ago. His face is a façade of cool and calmness, his hands stuck in his trousers pockets. He's well aware that the Doctor could attack him at anytime, but he has no worries about this. He has everything under control.]

I do have to admit that recounting stories of my shining brilliance does get a little dull after a while. Especially in the company of monkeys like these humans you're so fond of.

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Does it? I never thought so.

[Finally, he slows to a stop in front of the Master and as soon as he does, he leans abruptly forward and squints at his hair.]

You're ginger.

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It's nice to see your powers of observation are still astute. You know what else I've got, though? [Taking his forefinger, he runs it along his thick, ginger brow.]

Eyebrows.

You're ginger!

[Who cares about your eyebrow. You are ginger, and the Doctor looks as if that's the greatest scandal he's ever seen because you are ginger and the Doctor just starts pacing because THE FRUSTRATION.

He walks in one direction and wags the screwdriver around, walks in the other and does the same, and then he turns abruptly towards the Master and does the same.]

You're ginger. I've always wanted to be ginger, I've regenerated ten times and I haven't been ginger once, and then you go and regenerate and you're ginger! That's not fair!

Is it?

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[He lets out a long-suffering, almost annoyed sigh. The Doctor seems to be more concerned and angry about the colour of his hair rather than the fact that the Master is alive. Clearly this regeneration's priorities are messed up.]

Perhaps you should gain better control of your body when you regenerate. If you want to be ginger so much, choose it.

[Time Lords do have the ability to choose their appearance and personality.]

[You mean this regeneration's priorities are brilliant. Besides, he figures he might as well just not be surprised by the master surviving anymore, since he never seems to die.]

You're talking as if I ever want to die. What person thinks of how the want to look when they're dying?

[There are much more important things to think about (surprisingly), like friends and how much or little he actually wants to go.

He points a finger at the Master.]

Don't answer that.

I do still look better than you.

[Narrowing his eyes down at the Doctor's finger.] Your fretting says otherwise.

My... fretting? Over what?

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A Picture is Worth.... Meme

yeah, i know. i'm too good on you sometime ;3;

Truly. And here I wanted to stay mad. Or annoyed.

oh bb, don't be mad at me :B

Not mad, not mad

right, i'm leaving after this! i can't keep procrastinating.

But procrastinating-- I mean. Okay byeee :c

okay, i can procrastinate and fuck around till tomorrow morning.

Ahaha timezones...

it's four in the afternoon over here; fourteen hours to go. beep boop.

11:30 PM here I'm staying up for you, this time

no, please. go to bed. i'm not worth that!

Hush, you are

oh you're such a charmer <3

I try, I try <33

<3!

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sorry for the late response, bro :|

S'all good. Life got crazy for a while for me anyway because moving out